I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

What if Death fell in love with Life and they had a daughter…?

Life or Death
The old man’s body arched, his eyes flying open, a moan escaping his lips while the heart rate monitor speeded before settling into a strong, healthy rhythm. I jerked my hand back, weight in my chest as the mist dissipated and left me to stare at the body in the bed.
While Nero’s hand grasped my arm and pulled me forcefully away, I knew the truth. The old man’s eyes fluttered, opened. And he smiled at me. Alive. Healthy. Full of Life when his fate was Death.
No. Not again.

Her unique parentage ensures Eve isn't like her angel siblings. She brings Death at the beginning of Life and Life to those meant to die. Her continuing failures create constant disaster for her parents and the mortals she tries so hard to serve. But when Eve accidentally interferes with the Loom of Creation, she sets off a chain of events that leads her to finally understand who she really is.

Eternal Daughter

   The gathering broke up then and I was more than happy to see them go. I lingered in my seat until the last of them had departed. All but Life, Death, Chance and, newly joining us, my advisor, Seth. Nero sank into the seat next to me, the Grim Reaper persona flickering across his face as he leaned in with his worry as clear in his aura as it had ever been. "Eve," he said.


   I nodded to him, patted his hand. "I know." Shook my head. "How did Kael escape?"


   Nero blew air through his lips, a soft sound of angst emerging. "I don't know," he said "and that worries me the most." The Grim Reaper settled over his features, the frightening skull devouring the handsome brother I knew so well. "He should not have been able to escape, Eve," Nero's tone had deepened to the Grim Reaper's voice, "and yet he did so at ease and without me knowing."


Chapter 127: Adam And The Angels